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It’s a quick walk, only two minutes down the road from her apartment, and as we step through the main doors, I look around at all the people crammed in like sardines. I hadn’t taken that into consideration. I usually don’t get off work till much later, and by the time I’m hitting up dive bars, most of the drunken idiots have already stumbled out into the street and passed out in a gutter somewhere. Though something tells me Kyah doesn’t care all that much. She’s into the party scene. People gravitate toward her. They see her and instantly know she’s going to be a good time, but tonight, she’s my good time.
We weave our way toward the busy bar, and just as we approach, another couple gets up and Ky is quick to steal their seats. She looks back at me with a grin, and I can’t resist smiling right back at her.
Fuck me. She’s always been so damn irresistible.
I take my seat beside her, twisting my body to keep her in my sight. Meeting her gaze, I point toward the bar. “What are you drinking?” I ask over the loud eighties cover band cramped in the corner.
“That depends,” she says as the bartender reaches out with a rag, cleaning off the spilled beer the last couple left smeared across the bar. “How fucked up are you trying to get me?”
“Fucked up enough that you forget to slam those walls of yours back into place.”
“Shit. Then you’re gonna have to hit me with tequila,” she laughs. “Make it a margarita.”
“You got it,” I say, turning to the bartender and ordering our drinks, and as I glance back at Ky, my hand falls high on her pretty thigh. Her gaze falls to where I touch her, and she starts to worry her lips. “Don’t do that,” I say, reaching up and freeing her bottom lip from between her teeth. “You’ve known this was coming for years, and now that I’ve had you, I don’t intend on letting you go.”
“But—”
“No,” I say, my hand tightening on her thigh. “I know you’re not ready, Ky. I know you still want to fuck around and be free, and that’s fine. I’m not asking you to get into some kind of committed relationship with me.”
Her gaze flickers toward the bartender, probably wondering where the fuck her drink is. “Then what the hell are you trying to tell me?”
“I’m telling you that from here on out, I’m your home,” I say. “When you’re finished fucking around and doing whatever you gotta do to make yourself feel like you’re in control, come back to me. It’s always been that way. It’s just time for you to admit it. You’re mine, Ky. Since the day you walked into High Voltage, you’ve been mine.”
Her margarita is placed down in front of her, and she hastily scoops it up. “Oh God,” she mutters, taking a long drink. “You’re right. I’m going to need to get fucked up for this conversation.”
I nod and watch as she takes another healthy sip, her glass now half empty. She places it down on the bar, keeping her hand on the rim of the glass between us where we can each see it, something she’s always done after a friend of hers was slipped a pill last summer. “You realize it was just sex, right?”
“You realize it was so much more than just sex,” I throw back at her.
“How can you say that?” she questions. “We’ve done other stuff, all the time, and you’ve never given me the wholewe’re destined star-crossed loversspeech before. Why is this any different? It’s not like you made love to me and vowed your undying love. We fucked, and it was great, so why the hell won’t you let me set my boundaries again?”
I indicate to her drink, letting her know she’s going to need some more, and she doesn’t hesitate, throwing back what’s left in the glass. “Because Ky, the moment I felt your tight little cunt squeezing around my cock, I wasn’t about to let you go,” I tell her, indicating for the bartender to get Ky a refill before I’ve even taken a single sip of my beer. “So get the fuck used to it. I know you’re young and not interested in the whole marriage and kids bullshit, but you can’t pretend that you didn’t feel how fucking good we are together.”
“Crew,” she murmurs, shaking her head.
“Deny it all you want, babe, but I know you feel it. Every fucking day I walk into the shop, I see it when you look at me. Hell, Big Jim fucking sees it too. Why else would he put up with our shameless flirting every fucking day? You know we’re good together.”
Ky braces her elbow on the bar before dropping her face into her hand and groaning. “Crew, you said we were coming here to get fucked up and then you were going to screw me all night. You didn’t say shit about talking.”
“How about this, baby. Every time you talk, I’ll get you a new drink.”
“Fuck.”
Her new margarita is placed down in front of her, and she greedily scoops it up, taking another long sip before bringing it back down to the bar. She meets my stare, holding it for a second and looking at me like she would rather be anywhere but here, but Ky has never been one to ignore a free drink. Her brows crease before letting out a deep sigh and leaning into me, crushing her forehead against my chest.
My arm scoops around her back, holding her to me as I wait for whatever she wants to say. “High Voltage is all I have,” she tells me. “But you’re right, you and me . . . we just work, but I’m twenty-three. I don’t want any of this, not yet at least. I want to fuck around and have fun, just like you said, but where the hell does that leave us? I know you, Crew. You say you can wait around for me to do what I want to do, but we both know it’s going to drive you insane. Every time Viper makes some bullshit excuse to come into the shop, you can barely keep your cool. You’ll fucking explode having to sit back and watch me screw around. You can’t do it, and on top of that, I don’t want to do that to you.”
“Don’t worry about what I can handle, Ky.”
“I have to,” she throws back at me. “I care about you too much, and I know I’m going to fuck this up, which is exactly why I’ve tried to force this distance between us. And when that inevitably happens, where does that leave me with High Voltage? Big Jim is just as much a father figure to you as he is to me, and I don’t want to have to leave there because I fucked up and crossed a line I shouldn’t have.”
I shake my head, pushing her back into her chair properly to better see her face. “You really think that low of me that I would let you fuck up so bad that you couldn’t show your face at High Voltage?”
“No,” she says, her gaze lingering on mine. “I know you wouldn’t, but I also know me, and when I feel like I’m backed into a corner, I start lashing out, and I don’t want to hurt you, Crew. I love you too much.”
I push her drink back toward her and she takes another sip. “I don’t want you feeling like I’m backing you into a corner,” I tell her. “But it’s time for you to know that there’s no more drawing lines in the sand when it comes to you and me. When I walk into work every morning, I’m going to grab you, and I’m going to kiss you until you’re falling to pieces, but I also know that when Viper walks in, he’s going to try the same thing, and I’m okay with the fact that, for now, that’s going to excite you. Hell, fuck him if you need to work him out of your system, but you should know, baby, once Viper has a taste of you, he’s going to sink his claws in and never let you go.”
“I know,” she murmurs. “But he’s never going to treat me like you would. I’d be property to him.”
